I heard him groan softly as he saw my glistening wet pussy lips, pink and glowing, waiting for his first contact. By now Mike had put the camera ...own and was stripped off himself and was crossing the room towards us. I smiled up at him as he stood at the side of the bed, his eight inch cock in his hand. He knew exactly what I wanted and climbed onto the bed beside me, feeding his cock into my mouth. I pushed up with my hips and cried out as the tip of Til's tongue touched my sensitive. ?It was possible that Sylvia was telling the truth, although I was certain that she would have said the same even if she had never served a woman in her entire life. It is plain stupid to expect truth from a slave. The deal is that they flatter you shamelessly and pander to you unreservedly and in return, you don’t whip them until their spines show through the blood on their backs. ?Oh no, little Sylvie-puss,? I cautioned her. ?I don’t think that you’d be at all happy where I’m going.?. The night air touches the wetness of the nectar collected in her flower. Running a fingertip over her labia, she splits herself like a fig. The pinkness of her inner folds visible should someone gaze upon her. The manicured red nail tickling her sensitive nubbin with a sigh. Caressing her breasts, she teases herself into excitement. Her cream forms a pearl within her flower which she bursts by sliding a finger into her tightness. Her breath catches in the still air and she pushes deeper into. I reached down with one hand and moved it between her legs.“A little?” I said. She was so wet, and I wanted her right now. I had the fantasy of her stalking through my head for at least a week and here she was in front of me.My free hand found its way around her chest and pulled her even closer, while the other remained tangled in lace. I was enjoying rubbing my engorged cock against her ass. I could feel her body responding as she subtly moved with me.There were a million things I wanted to.